Verse 1

CHow miserable I Fam
I feel like a fruit-picker who arrives after the Charvest
There's nothing here at Fall
Nothing at all here that could placate my Amhunger
The godly Cpeople are all Fgone
There's not one honest soul left here on the Cplanet
We're all murderers and Fthieves
Setting traps here for even our Ambrothers

Chorus 1

And Gsus2both of our Fhands
Are equally Cskilled
Gsus2At doing Fevil
Equally Cskilled
At Gsus2bribing the Fjudges
Equally Cskilled
Gsus2At perverting Fjustice
Both of our Gsus2hands
Both of our Chands

Verse 2

The Cday of justice Fcomes
And is even now swiftly Carriving
Don't trust anyone at Fall
Not your best friend or even your Amwife
For the Cson hates the Ffather
The daughter despises even her Cmother
Look Your enemies are Fright
Right in the room of your very Amhousehold

Chorus 1

Interlude

Same as Intro

Bridge

No, Ddon't gloat over Gsus2me
For though I fall, though I fall
I will rise Dagain Dsus2D
Though I sit here in Gsus2darkness
The Lord, the Lord alone
He will be my Bmlight
I will be Asus4patient as the Gsus2Lord
Punishes me for the wrongs I've done agaDinst Him
After that He'll take my Gsus2case
Bringing me to light and to justice
For all I have Bmsuffered

Chorus 2

And Asus4both of His Gsus2hands
Are equally Dskilled
Asus4At ruining Gsus2evil
Equally Dskilled
Asus4At judging the Gsus2judges
Equally Dskilled
Asus4Administering Gsus2justice
Both of His Asus4hands
Both of His Gsus2hands

Chorus 3

Are equally Dskilled
Asus4At showing me Gsus2mercy
Equally Bmskilled
Asus4At loving the Gsus2loveless
Equally Dskilled
Asus4Administering Gsus2justice
Both of His Asus4hands
Both of His Gsus2hands AD